words.in.b.minor.

In my art history class, we are studying the original piece “Raft of Medusa,” by Gericault. I was excited to find this reproduction by Joel-Peter Witkin, on (Notes on) Politics, theory and Photography.

Here’s a link to his own words on it : http://www.edelmangallery.com/witkin33.htm

Witkin is probally the only artist who’s book we hide from the kids. He’s pretty gruesome, studying his work reminds me of the story of Leontius. With my own internal conflict of whether to look or not. Why would i want to look at some of his creations, seeing some of them as beautiful, is it a moral weakness? a lack of temperance? a war against the appetites, as Plato put it. my philosophy professor would be proud…

it’s spring break, but professors these days love to assign projects due the week after. so my plans for spending this week making bags and catching up on a reading is shot.

i did watch one of my now favorite movies A Love Song for Bobby Long. It’s one of the best well written and acted movie that i have seen in years. here’s a quote from the movies that rung throughout,

“Some people reach a place in time where they’ve gone as far as they can. A place where wives and jobs collide with desire. That which is unknowable and those who remain out of sight. See what it is invisible and you will see what to write. That’s how Bobby used to put it. It was the invisible people he wanted to live with. The ones that we walk past everday, the ones we sometimes become. The ones in books who live only in someones mind’s eye. He was a man who was destined to go through life and not around it. A man who was sure the shortest path to Heaven was straight through Hell. But the truth of his handicap lay only in a mind both exalted and crippled by too many stories and the path he chose to become one. Bobby Long’s tragic flaw was his romance with all that he saw. And I guess if people want to believe in some form of justice, then Bobby Long got his for a song.”

It’s so refreshing to have writing like that and the screenplay was wriiten and directed by a lady, Shainee Gabel. michael wants to write her a letter to tell her how much she rocks.

more good things to come…